Day Thirty Seven. Some are sweet. Some are sassy. Yesterday, I got a bit of both.

Sweet. Last night around 7:30 my son got a text from one of his friends (also one of my students), telling him to look out our front door.

He and his mom delivered these at our front step for National Teacher Appreciation Week. Thank you, Taylor. Been looking at them and smelling them since I sat down to write this morning. They are lovely.

Sassy. Yesterday, as I was responding to kids’ writing, I came across the message below, which gave me a hearty chuckle. A frequent flier when it comes to sass and sarcasm, this student has made my day so many times this year. And now, even at a distance, she delivers.

She made scroll all the way down to the next page, where she, true to form, continued bringing the sass, turning “no good options” into an option that better fit her, which I suppose was a good option in and of itself since I had given her that freedom in our earlier exchange about my inability to produce good prompts. Kid kills me.

Over the years, I have had the honor of having thousands of colorful characters enter my story, each in their way: sweet, sassy, and all shades between. Lucky guy, I.

Happy Tuesday, all. Stay safe and sane.

Do. Reflect. Do Better.